Several hours later, the Rolls eased to a stop outside a modest roadside restaurant just inside the Snow Crest pack borders. The long drive had stretched far beyond what either of them had expected; the mountain weather had made flying too dangerous, so road it was. They were both tired, hungry, and quietly irritable.
Derek opened his door and stepped out without a backward glance, not bothering to wait for her or open her side. Kira glared at his retreating back, nose wrinkling in annoyance.
She turned to the teddy bear, grabbed one soft ear and gave it a little tug.
"You arrogant bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I wonder how we're going to survive a whole week alone together. One of us will definitely end up dead, and I'm placing my bets on you."
She shoved the door open and climbed out, jogging to catch up with him.
